A Bach Concerto

[Verse]

You lean back in your seat like you're leaning back in a gold-plated Cadillac

And you cause traumatic hellfire but in a “chill” way

And you talk different than last we met

Your friends must've changed I guess

‘Cause now you say shit like, “No cap, I'm on the grind”

You got a piano in your teeth that plays melodies when you're lying

You said you got nine girls on rotation and it sung like a Bach concerto

And you call me “pussy”

And you call me “bro”

But you're never called back and you blame my ego

And not your misogynistic, creepy, and controlling personality